A/N: Hurray! A few people have read my story, I'm so happy and thankful even though chapter 1 was more like an introduction. Even if the amount of people are little, I'm still happy. I'm hoping to see some reviews and comments from you, lovelies 33333
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 2 : In a strange place
She runs until her legs become wobbly and her lungs are screaming for air, heading toward the run down bridge, standing in the abandon field beside the most violent river that swallowed in darkness (who knows how many bodies lie down there). The reeds along the side of the roadgently flow in the wind, posing more mystery and creepiness to the abandon place. The moon hung low on the starless sky, reflecting itself on the deadly river. The run down bridge was once a huge project, promising the connecting of two big cities, broadens the trade routes and tighten the relationship between two races. And until that one fateful night, where it all goes down, a meteor was misplaced in its equator, came crashing down straight passed the bridge, it's bright and burning tail would burn off most of the builders and left others live in fear and deformity. It dived itself straight into the river, creating huge tsunami and spreading huge clouds of miasma to destroy and darken the nearby towns. Dead bodies of water species would rose on the surface, sending rotten smells diffuse through the air, sickening the fragile lives of townspeople. Since then, no one dares to set foot in such place. The project became a reject and a reminder of nightmare. It was left there for decades. The fate of the once-famous bridge went down along the side with the river.
Miyako was way too caught up by her own fear and the heat she feels in her skull. The heat feels familiar, she'd forget to take her pills again. From the time when her existence was acknowledged, she realized that she wasn't like normal kids, she was locked in a room, her soul locked in a body she does not feel attached to. Miyako would remembered she 'd woke up sometimes just to see water bubbles, see herself floating in a giant tube with wires piercing into her body, intoxicates her with the bizarre agonies. Those images and feelings have drilled into her skull, playing a role as a reminder of her gloomy life. The images of her mom's lying on the ground, in a pool of blood, of her father's savage glares as if he'd swallow her alive, those sharp pains she'd usually feel in her chest at night, those blinding lights and cold ground she'd lie on ( for god knows where) .
Her train of thoughts suddenly get disrupted as her visions of the world tilts. Much to her surprise, she'd slipped on the dark ices that lie unnoticeable near the entrance of the bridge. She could feel the sickening smells evaporated from the river washes up her nose, upsetting her stomach. Her brain is paralyzed with anxiety. She could feel the glacial air from the river sting her eyes. The icy water wrapped itself around her and squeeze every last bit of oxygen she saved. It violently pushes her to the dark stone that possesses some image of an odd looking female whose head is abnormal big, wrapped up in a turban, something seems like hair spreading from her head, it reminded Miyako of Medusa's hair, wires and vectors spread out from her body especially this strange, giant red tube stick out from the rectangular hole in her stomach. Odd looking patterns appear on both her arms and chest. There are writing on her turban, Miyako luckily made out of some words before complete pit of darkness swallowed her whole, the words that read
..."J...E.N..OV...A"
She'd heard voices whispering in her ears, pulling her out of the pit black well that seemed to never end. The first thing she notices was the sharp pain that threatens to split her skull in half.
"Son of a bitch" She cursed.
She 's forcing her eyelids to open to allow streams of lights enter, help clearing up her blurry vision. As soon as the images start to clear up when she tried to makes some sense of where she is and what's going on, the piercing pain's coming out from her head would knits her eyes together. Tears sting her eyes, threatening to fall; she quickly holds it in
"Where the hell am I" She murmurs to herself. Miyako then realizes that she was alone despising the fact that she'd heard whispers earlier. A quilt and warm blanket covering her body. White and neat bandages gently wrap around her head and back, suppressing the blood, bottle of water and a few blood-soaked towels lying on the table next to the bed.
She notices that her clothes have changed. Her pajama was tossed somewhere unknown. She's wearing a big black shirt that hung down low to her knee, it seems way too loose at the collar and too long at the sleeves.
She takes a look at herself in the mirror sits facing the side of the bed, noticing how pale she looks. She silently let out a sigh. Her attention would switch from her sickly looks to those black patterns mysteriously appear on her neck and arms. Miyako tries hard to search for the familiar image but stinging sensation coming from her head would distract her focus.
Little sun light would gently peek through the curtain, leaving square-like shadows on the bed. She hasn't been seeing such lights in a long time since she would either be locked in her room or in the basement, living in the agony her body's enduring from god knows when. The door suddenly swings open. She shot straight up and glue her back to the wall, ears and eyes focus at the feature of the stranger stand staring at her in alarms, her arms curl up into a fist readying to fight whoever it might be. Miyako swallows the fear clogging her throat.
The stranger appears to be a man, who has long, silky raven hair would hung down to his shoulder, hugging his clammy face. Those crimson eyes with a tint of gold embedded in his phoenix-like eye shapes reflecting solitude of it's owner. A red bandana sits covering his whole forehead, stopping the hair from covering his visions. Golden gauntlet covering his right arm, glove's covering the other. His red cloaks hung on his square shoulders, deepening the sense of loneliness the stranger bears.
" You finally awake, little girl," The man lowly mutters. He has a deep voice. Miyako thought to herself. But her senses are still under alarm, this man has red eyes, he speaks as if he knew her, she'd changed without noticing, those bandages that gently held in her blood.
" Hhmmm...I figured the shirt wouldn't fit you." He gently breaks the awkward silence, interrupted hundreds of questions flying through her head.
Ignoring his efforts of trying to create a conversation; she notices he's carrying her clean and neatly folded pajamas along side with the steamy bowl of soup. Miyako could feel her tummy's growls, demanding to be filled. The stranger flinches. "He heard" she thought, a hint of pink roses on her cheeks. He quietly walk over to the table sitting just a few inches away from her, quietly set her clothes and the food he made on it, or so she thought. Then he soundlessly lowered himself to her eye level, he looks at her with those beautiful ruby eyes, he raises his hand and tenderly touch her wounds. " Is he checking my injuries?" she mentally questioned herself. The stranger sits there , eyeing her for a while before he decided to stand up, turn his back and soundlessly walk away.
"Excuse me..young sir.." she gathered up all her courage and called out to him
He stopped without turning back, his body language suggests that he's listening.
"Was you the one who...wrap me up and...um...give me the change of clothes." She started to stutters. The stranger would slightly turn his head, Miyako notices his cheeks slightly turned pink.
"Look, I never have any foul intention, you were floating on the river, soaked in your own blood, unconscious, your body was icy cold." He explained. His answer is short, plain and straight forward enough.
Miyako becomes muted for a moment before standing up, she'd notice how tall this man is, he could be at least 6 foot tall. She opens her mouth to ask more before a cheery voice disrupted her
"Vincent-san"! a short hair , excited girl showed up at the door with gloves on both her hands, hinting that the girl could be a skilled fighter. The girl eyed Miyako curiously.
"You have awaken, you've been sleeping for a week straight. Are you feeling okay? Did Vincent take good care of you? Are you still hurt anywhere? If you are , some Cure Materia could really some good. You're lucky , Tifa told me to bring some." She endlessly commented.
"Yuffie, she just woke up, let her rest." The man named Vincent answered. " A week? I have been sleeping in a week? Where am I anyway, are these good people? Are they associate with my dad? How's my mother? Did he killed her completely?" thousands of questions clogged her head again. Miyako sits there for a while quietly, drowning in her own anxiety...